She didn’t know why she felt like her heart was like a crumpled piece of paper inside her chest, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. she didn’t know why she had to fight back tears. She didn’t know why she sat all alone in the dark, torturing herself with music that did nothing but make her heart ache. no matter how hard she searched her brain, she couldn’t find a scrap of reasoning behind these feelings. All she knew was that it hurt. And it was the kind of hurt that can’t be fixed if it can’t be explained.
It’s hard for me to tell you that I love you, as I am standing over your grave.
Missing you - 1st Lady